Daddy's Home

Chapter 2: Bull Teases Boy

I woke to the sound of movement in the kitchen and dishes clanging together, my body still fully clothed as I slept on top of the bed, my pants still undone and dried cum stuck to my abs as I fell asleep to the ideas I was having about my new potential stepfather.

I stripped out of everything and hurried across to the bathroom, turning on the shower and starting my morning routine. When I emerged, shower clean and refreshed, I threw on some grey sweatpants and a tee and moved into the kitchen to grab some food for my rumbling stomach, hoping to find big Al in there, with less clothes on that the night before.

He was there alright, in a pair of shorts and a bulky sweatshirt, another pair of grey woolen work socks covering his feet, scrunched up around his thick ankles, showing off bulging calf muscles and strong thighs. At least his legs were bare, and he was every bit a stocky muscular man from the waist down.

Even in his sweatshirt, he looked every bit the “built like a brick shithouse blue collar man” that I could imagine at this point.

His legs were chunky, like twice the size of mine, with a light dusting of dark hair that made him looked tanned. He was facing the sink, showing off a full rounded ass. I couldn’t tell if it was hard and muscular, or soft and beefy by the way the cotton shorts hung over it. But it was begging to be grabbed.

He had the sleeves of his sweatshirt pushed up to his elbow as he worked over the counter and cut up something. His forearms were big alright as predicted, with that same light dusting of hair. He was oblivious to my arrival, so I took him in, all in, frozen in my spot in the doorway to the kitchen. Being in the presence of a man like this, after all my flings in Europe, I was so ready for more fun. But with my mother’s boyfriend?

“Whatcha making?” I finally said from the entry to the kitchen, taking in his movements as he turned to see me. His face lit up naturally, making him look even more handsome in his casual gear than last night’s flannel wear. Much different than the truck driver from last night.

“Morning sleepyhead.” He said with a grin. “Making omelets. I’ll let you taste it if you want?” He turned around completely to gage my reaction. His bulge was evident, whether that was its natural state or he was thickening at my presence. Either way, it must be true about his nickname Bull.

My eyes flicked downwards, before returning to his eyes.

He noticed. “I was talking about the omelet.” He leaned back on the counter, still facing me, crossing his large sock covered feet at the ankle, folding his arms across his chest, the knife he was using still in his grip. He smiled down at me, his moustache covering his lips completely as he peered at me, the stubble thicker than the day before.

“I know.” I said, suddenly caught off guard and feeling uncomfortable. I hated my mother enough but I was not going to interfere with a relationship she had. Or was I?

I kept my eyes at his face, refusing to peer down to the bulge I was seeing in my periphery. “Do you belong to a gym? I need to find a new one and wondered if you were a member somewhere.” I said changing the subject and pointing to his clothes.

He stared at me for a few seconds before he inhaled and turned to go back to chopping the peppers I could now see. “Yeah. The Planet Fitness at the mall.” He looked over his shoulder. “You can tag along anytime if you want a good workout with me. Still trying to keep this baby down.” He patted that slightly rounded stomach, and it seemed hard, like it was its own muscle, which looked just fine to me.

When I asked if he was going this morning he nodded and I considered tagging along, seeing as how I was without a gym membership at the time being, and was desperate to get back into a routine after two months away. And I could use a good workout.

“I would say I could show you the ropes, but something tells me you know your way around the…uh…gym.” He gave a little snort as he peered over his square shoulder again. He was toying with me, I was sure of it.

“Well, it’s been a while since I was at a gym. But I’m pretty sure I still know what to do.” I grinned back, moving to the fridge to grab the orange juice container. I moved to the cupboard where the glasses were beside him, and breathed in, getting a hint of aftershave and shampoo from him. Something apple based I guessed.

“I’d be happy to help you get back into the swing of things.” He said in a low voice. “Your mom said you might need some support, so I’d be willing to help out.” He grinned wider, one of his cheeks puffing up to his eye as his sneer widened.

“Look, Allan, what exactly did my mom say to you?” I started to say.

“It’s Al. I don’t like Allan.” He said rather sternly, before he smiled down at me. “Or if you prefer, Bull.” He whispered to me and took a hold of his crotch with his free hand and gave himself a quick squeeze. My eyes followed the movement, and I saw the lump in his shorts before my eyes went back up to his light brown ones that were watching me.

I felt my dick come to life and I couldn’t stop my eyes from looking back down at the impressive bulge that he was proudly displaying to me between his legs. He purposefully turned a bit towards me, but I managed to look back up at his stubbly face and moved backwards with my glass.

“Unless you really do want to call me Dad. If you’re into that.” His voice was lower still, almost throaty as he stood there smiling at me in a face off.  His eyes roamed downward, tracing my body with his gaze,  down to my bare feet on display for him.

I didn’t speak, just stared at him when his eyes returned to mine, meeting his gaze and seeing that sexy grin on his face.

“I’m really glad you’ve returned home Brian.” He gave me a quick wink and then turned back around to continue cutting, shifting on his socked feet and flexing his meaty ass for what I was sure was for my viewing pleasure. I didn’t move as I took in his physique from the back. He was wide and solid, and exuding a sexiness I missed. I had a flash of Joe in the kitchen and my heart flipped. But this man seemed more mature, almost more masculine than Joe if that was possible. There was also a hint of Frank to him, and the authoritative attitude of the security guard that nailed me a few times back at school. And my old straight neighbour Mario. He glanced slightly over his shoulder and I heard his deep voice.

“You going to pour that, or just keep standing there drooling?”

I snapped out of my trance and turned away, hiding the growing thickness of my groin, and poured a cup of juice. Without saying a word I put the container back in the fridge and left the kitchen.

I avoided them for the rest of the day, hitting my old gym as a guest, then just keeping busy for the rest of the day, hiding out in my room, trying to figure out my return to work. But over the next few days, Al seemed to be testing me, teasing me to see how I would react. Every morning, I found him in the kitchen. And every morning, he’d reveal a new portion of his body it seemed for me. The next day I entered the kitchen and he was there, he had the same shorts and socks on, but this time he wore a T-shirt that showed off a massive set of biceps. Big, rounded, melon sized cannons that he would show off by picking things up, or reaching for things to extend the muscle. I’m sure he leaned on the back of that chair on purpose just for me, flexing his defined triceps and watching me.

The third day, it was a tank top, giving me a better view of his rounded strong shoulders and a more mouth-watering image of those biceps. The fourth day he had no socks on, his big bare feet on display for me to stare at. I was fixated, studying the curve of his arch, the smoothness of the top of this foot, the trimmed nails, the thick toes.

And on the fifth day my mom returned to work, and he was gearing up to return to work himself, heading out on another run. He wasn’t in the kitchen when I emerged that morning, but I knew my mom was gone. So when I heard the shower running from their ensuite, and realized we were finally alone in the house together and he was now naked in their shower, I naturally went to peek.

I checked the room first, making sure he wasn’t just wandering around in there with the shower running. But I heard the heavy sounds of water splashing in the bathroom and new he was in the shower. I crept into the darkened room, the shades still down, and tiptoed to the slightly ajar bathroom door. I peeked in through the crack and could see just the corner of the shower. I didn’t see Al, so I pushed the door open a bit more until I could see the outline of half of his naked body.

I’ve always had a thing for a naked wet muscled guy. Al was no disappointment. His body was naturally tanned looking, and surprisingly smooth from the back. I could see only half of him, his backside, with thick rounded muscles moving as he washed himself. He had a nice curved bubbled ass that made me moan. The kind of ass you’d grab while being fucked, getting a nice grip off meaty flesh to pull into you while he drilled into you deeper. He bent down just as I peered in further, giving me a lovely view of just how round it was. Then he turned around.

His front was lightly hairy, small dark hairs covering his chest and slightly protruding stomach. He had a firm set of pecs, very muscled, with that rounded hard stomach that men of his age develop. He didn’t have a dad bod, rather more like a retired wrestler that still enjoyed a case of beer. It looked good on him, making him look even tougher. But the real beauty was the picture perfect looking cock and balls that hung in between his muscled thighs. Bull balls that hung below a thick show-er of a bull cock like they were carved in marble to be put on display in a museum. His cock was beer can thick, cut and already an impressive size even soft. But the nutsack on him was begging to be held, manhandled, licked, worshipped. And it looked like he trimmed himself as the wet hair on his body just seemed to enhance his features, plastered around his muscles and cock and balls as if tantalizing me even more. Making me focus on the curves of his body, and the prize in between his legs. What was this hunk of a man doing with my mother?

I took a step back from the door, afraid that he would see me and turned to the dressers in the room. I went rifling through his stuff quickly, finding the underwear drawer and pulling out a black jock from the back corner. Without thinking, I brought it to my nose and breathed in, suddenly so turned on even with the fresh smelling scent of detergent filling my nostrils. It didn’t matter, because this XL piece of material was HIS and I wanted it.

The shower turned off and I shut the drawer and snuck to my room, shoving the jock into my own drawer and listening carefully to the sounds of him clearing his throat and banging around in the bathroom, until I heard the door open from his bedroom and his footsteps came down the hallway. My bedroom door was open, and my heart thumped as he approached, and then stopped directly in my doorway.

He was wearing only a towel. And I actually heard my breath inhale suddenly as he put a hand up on the frame of the door as he filled the entire length and width of it with his almost completely naked body.

“Hey.” He said casually as I took in his body. The hair on his chest was lighter, dried now and covering his muscular upper body in what looked like a soft coating of fur. His silver chain was thick, laying across the ripples of his collar bones and muscles around his thick neck. He hadn’t shaved this morning, so the darkness around his lower cheeks made him look even sexier as his beard filled in to almost match the colour of his dark moustache which folded upwards in his smile.

He licked his lips, pausing to see if I would respond before he continued.

“Where’s your mom? She left yet?”

I licked my own lips, forcing my eyes to remain on his and not look down at his big legs and bare feet, or his massive chest and hard stomach, or his giant hands resting on the waist of the white towel, or the lump in the middle which I knew hid such a magnificent piece of manhood.

“Yeah. She’s gone to work.”

His eyebrows raised a bit and he stood there, looking at me. He was waiting.

I stood up and faced him, feeling my track pants betraying me, but his eyes remained on my face. I heard him breathe in deeply as he folded his gigantic arms across his bare chest and lean on the side of the doorway. I could smell the fresh scent of that shampoo, definitely something fruity like citrus or apples. I leaned against the footboard of my bed facing him and crossed my own arms over my chest, feeling the cotton of my tee clinging to my hardened nipples, willing my cock to stop growing as I noticed the size difference between us. He wasn’t as tall as Joe, but he was definitely close. I let my eyes glance downward, and took in the shape of his meaty legs. They were double the size of mine, and they looked more manly than my practically smooth ones. The muscles on his legs were defined, a guy who never skipped leg day obviously. His arms were just as thick, dwarfing my own as my biceps balled out over my fists. I was suddenly nervous as my eyes went back upwards and his eyes met mine.

There was a smile on his face, his lips almost gone underneath his moustache. When he spoke this time, it was quieter. “It’s okay. I told you I’m here if you need me. And I think you need me.”

I felt my body shake a bit as if it was telling me to just give in. I did need this. But something was holding me back.

As if he read my mind, he continued. “I won’t say anything ever to your mom. As long as you don’t. You can trust me.” He was speaking softly now. “I know all about you and the guy you were with. I’ve seen pictures of you guys. I can only guess from the size of him that you can take a good pounding.” He grinned again, smiling down at me. “And I really do like to give a good pounding to good little boys when I can.”

Here was another supposedly straight big brute. From my baseball coach, to Rick the construction guy, to Frank my landscaping boss, to the security guard, to Walt’s brother Kirk, to military Jack, to the bar owner, to the pilot, to my neighbour Mario, and now my mom’s new boyfriend Al. Were all straight/married men into plowing smaller younger guys? I wondered as I looked up into this man’s face.

He took a couple steps into my room and walked slowly up to me. I didn’t move, just lifted my chin as he neared me. He seemed suddenly so much bigger than me as he stopped directly in front of me. Then his left hand reached out and moved around my waist to my ass, pulling me closer to him and giving my ass a firm squeeze. I had a bubbled jock ass, which was nicely rounded from working out hard over the years, and had begun to plump up again after gaining some weight in Europe and from all the walking I did. His left hand covered both my cheeks and he gave it a second hard squeeze.

“Mmmmm.” He let out a low moan and gave my ass a light smack. “Your pictures didn’t do you justice. Seeing you in person that first time, I almost jizzed in my pants. You are sooooo my type and I was so looking forward to meeting you.”

I felt my heart beating hard and my dick stiffening in my trackpants as his hand massaged my ass.

“When was the last time you got fucked good and hard.” He growled at me.

“The night I returned from Europe.” I said with my own cocky grin, my face just inches away from his big pecs.

Al’s eyes widened. “Here I was afraid you wouldn’t be into it just yet.” I felt his hand slide into the waistband of my pants and underwear, a thick finger tracing down between my cheeks, digging into the polyester cotton blend material of my underwear to find my hole. “Must mean you need a bull sized one again already then.” He bit his lower lip as he peered down at me. “Just say when and I’ll show you why they call me Bull.”

He pulled me into him abruptly, forcefully, and it made me go hard at the powerful way he did it. His face was now inches from mine and he squinted down at me. “You’re not going to tell your mother though, are you?” But then his face softened again as he looked at me. “But something tells me you don’t tell your mother much.” His finger teased me, pushing his middle digit into the crack of my ass to find my aching hole as he bent over and kissed me, softly, just on the lips. He pulled back just as I opened my lips. My eyes met his and he grinned again. “Not bad. But I think you need to give your new Dad a real kiss.”

As if in a trance I opened my mouth as he drew near me and he kissed me so tenderly, I almost forgot where I was. And who this was. His tongue was thick, pushing its way into me like it knew the way. His nose rubbed against mine, the sound of him inhaling deeply at the feeling as we made out in my own bedroom. My brain was telling me to stop, but my dick was telling me to keep going.

His lips closed around mine, and there was a slow sucking sound as he pulled away. I realized my eyes were closed and when I opened them, he was still inches from me, his eyes wide open, his light brown eyes staring into me, reading me. He straightened up, letting go of me and taking a few steps backward. His towel was tenting big time and I was suddenly scared at how big that show-er of a cock got. He backed up to the doorway and gave me a grin before he pulled at the waist and stripped it off his body. Here he was, naked, this big bull of a stepfather, with a shit eating grin on him as his one hand gripped his cock, covering it from my sight.

“Yeah, you and I are going to have a LOT of fun.” He said with definition. He looked over at my midsection and gave a small chuckle. “Looks like you’re up for some fun already.”

He took a step into the hallway, covering half his body including his cock behind the doorway.  

He pointed at my crotch. “I think we’re going to have to find some time today to take care of that. And this.” He said, grabbing his own meat behind the wall. I watched him as he pushed his body into the side of my door and hugged it. “My bed’s bigger. Come and get it if you want it.” He dropped the towel on the floor, leaving it a crumpled heap where he stood as I listened to him walking back down the hallway to his bedroom. Buck naked. Waiting for me.

I only waited about ten seconds before I moved.